The Orange Eats Creeps by Krilanovich Grace

Author:Krilanovich, Grace [Krilanovich, Grace]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780982684863
Publisher: Two Dollar Radio
Published: 2010-08-31T20:00:00+00:00

Kim always had a ponytail and wore black pants. She had me before any other boy or man ever did. She threw my precious gift into the air and watched it fall down. This is a few years ago — when we were young. Kim got sick of our stepdad and the way he touched her all the time: rubbing her shoulders, squeezing her knee, staring intently her way with his voice soft and cooing. Me he left alone. I went whole days without seeing him. After Kim left he wasn’t really in the picture. I was busy hatching plans that went outside the scope of “mom,” “dad,” and our house. House Mom’s projects took up a lot of the mental energy around the place anyway. She started making me clothes, but I didn’t wear them. Except the aprons. “Gracias, dude,” I said as I snatched one on my way out. It wasn’t long before I moved away and later I heard something bad happened to my sister; she was riding trains with a bunch of rowdy gutter types, turning tricks in bus station restrooms, when she disappeared for several months. It’s easy to disappear when you live in and out of public places — you’re invisible anyway — but she was just gone-gone. Not even any train people had seen her, and I know some of them, they see everything that goes on in their fucked up community. But they didn’t see her. I had some idea that something really bad happened to her. Maybe she ended up in a creekbed in the forest, or behind a Spokane Safeway. Those were my two persistent visions. The facts on these are iffy; I had just keyed into what was already present in my scary Robitussin fantasies. When I’d crash out I’d sleep fake sleep and get weird ideas, in a sort of low blood sugar coma. When I get ESP I can see things happening from far away, I can see things that are about to happen. I kept seeing a creekbed. I kept seeing the back of a Spokane Safeway. I didn’t see any body, but I felt bad about the whole thing, like my own self was being pressed into something I didn’t recognize. Up against a mossy wall, steel chilling my back. Grim ideas. When I started riding rails myself that fall, getting paid for blowing jerks in bus stations across the Northwest, I thought the touch of many men would be disorienting. But it was just so obvious. And I fell asleep under it every night — when I started dreaming incessantly of you

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